The Dead South - Massacre of El Kuroke
The Dead South - Massacre of El Kuroke with tags the dead south, illusion and doubt, massacre of el kuroke, bluegrass, folk, banjo, cello, mandolin, acoustic guitar, canada, regina, saskatchewan
Lyrics:
Oh glorious father, where have you been?
I've been fighting for all of my sins
Mindless games and weary dreams
This madness comes from within
Oh how did you leave me here see that day
The soldiers took my rose away
They beat and battered, tore and shattered
My innocence was lost this way
They say the devil had their souls
The night they took away my rose
The fire, it burned so damn cold
At the Massacre of El Kuroke
And I was just a little boy
I dreamed of playing with flowers and toys
But now I only see death
When a boys lover is ripped away
He pulls out his guns play
Until everyone is dead
They say the devil had their souls
The night they took away my rose
The fire, it burned so damn cold
At the Massacre of El Kuroke
At the Massacre of El Kuroke
Well that's the way it had to be
I grew up at the count of three
Got no reason to repent
They say a man is born to kill
He learns his trade it becomes a thrill
That's what they did to me then
Well, that's the way it had to be
I grew up at the count of three
Got no reason to repent
They say a man is born to kill
He learns his trade it becomes a thrill
That's what they did to me then
They say the devil had their souls
The night they took away my rose
The fire, it burned so damn cold
At the Massacre of El
At the Massacre of El
At the Massacre of El Kuroke
